Word: madding
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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SEEKING DIVORCE. Dolores Hrabosky, 27; from Al Hrabosky, 28, St. Louis Cardinal ace relief pitcher, nicknamed the "Mad Hungarian" because of his unsettling mannerisms on the mound; after seven years of marriage; in Clayton, Mo. Says Hrabosky, who admits to practicing psy-war on batters: "If my mother was up at the plate, I'd hit her. I'm not the nice guy everyone makes...
...dailies reject offensively prurient ads on a case-by-case basis, and some papers print them only after extensive doctoring. Vernon Johnston, advertising ombudsman of the Louisville Times and Courier-Journal, simply blacks out with his felt-tip pen any anatomical displays that trouble him. "They call me the mad brassiere artist," says he. Other papers have for years had policies banning or limiting adult-film advertising, among them the Detroit News, Cleveland Plain Dealer and Miami Herald. Wrote Herald Executive Editor John McMullan last June in welcoming the new puritan revival: "A newspaper, after all, is only a guest...
...Mitford sisters did not exist, Evelyn Waugh would have had to invent them. Their splendid improbability makes his ongoing saga of the decline and fall of the English upper class read like an understatement. Take for instance Nancy Mitford, one of the Mad Young Things of the '20s and a bitter-comic novelist in her own right, who ended up in self-imposed exile in Paris, musing about Louis XIV. Or consider the two fascist Mitfords: Diana, who married Sir Oswald Mosley, Führer of the British Blackshirts, and Unity, a prized exotic of Hitler's inner...
...boots, he takes on all black TV and radio preachers. The Rev. White disdains little black dollars from little black folk. Says he: "We're looking for the Billy Graham dollars." Changing into a medal-encrusted uniform, Pryor is Field Marshal Idi Amin Dada, the man of the mad, murderous giggle. "I love American people," says the field marshal. "I had two for lunch...
...Then comes the perception that something is terribly awry-the piano player is in an iron lung; Fernwood 2 Night, the talk show to end all talk shows, is on and running muck. Something like a televised cross between radio's Bob and Ray and print's Mad Magazine, it is Norman Lear's newest and, so far, funniest invention...